#Poem
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*Image generated with AI. December 2024 Not the treadmill’s call, nor the weights to bear,Not hours counted in a gym’s sterile air.This year, my soul whispers, “Seek what is true,Turn from the fleeting; let God make you new.” Not goals for a body chiseled in pride,But a heart softened, with Christ as my guide.Not a Read more
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Beneath the chill of Bethlehem’s skies,Where starlight whispers ancient sighs,A child is born—Divinity’s face revealing,From within the manger, grace unyielding. No royal court, no grand display,But straw and shadow mark the way.The Word-made-flesh, in frailty bound,Heaven’s King, on humble ground. Did angels weep to see Him small,Who shaped the stars and governs all?Did Mary’s heart Read more
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Infinite folded into frailty,Majesty wrapped in tender cries,The Word, now flesh, beneath the stars,Eternal Love with newborn eyes. A throne exchanged for manger hay,The King of all in humble guise,Salvation’s song begins to rise,Hope cradled there, where mercy lies. Read more
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It is not enough to sit still, hands folded,as if the world turns without our longing.Advent is a practice of noticing—the way the light changes by the hour,how the frost etches its delicate laceon the windowpane,and the silence hums with expectation. This waiting is not empty.It is a stirring, a gathering—like birds preparing for flight,their Read more
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O Flame of Love,kindled in the quiet of Bethlehem’s night,Your light stretches across the ages,unfolding the mystery of a lovethat stoops low to lift us high. Love eternal, clothed in frail flesh,You came not in a bolt of lightning,but in the gentle breath of an infant’s cry.A love unrelenting, born to bearthe weight of a Read more
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‘Twas the week before Christmas, and all through the house,Not a surface was tidy—not even the couch.The stockings hung lopsided by the chimney with care,While the Nativity set was still missing a spare. The children were wired, bouncing off every wall,Fueled by candy canes and that trip to the mall.And Mama with her checklist, and Read more
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The earth holds its breath in the twilight,a hushed stillness cloaked in ancient longing.The skies stretch wide, their stars trembling,as if they too wait for the dawn of glory. Time folds inward, bearing the weight of hope,fragile yet fierce, pressed into every shadow.The prophets’ whispers echo in the silence,each word a flame flickering against despair. Read more
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The flame leaps bright, a holy spark,Amid the Advent’s deepening dark.Not yet the morn, not yet the sight,But here a joy is burning bright. Gaudete! A call resounds,Through weary hearts and barren grounds.Rejoice! For promises long foretold,Are cast in hues of rose and gold. A prophet’s voice, a Virgin’s song,A Savior waits, the days not Read more
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Advent is the crack of dawn before light,not absence but the tender weight of approach.It is the stillness that trembles with purpose,the air heavy with the scent of an unseen rain. We do not wait as stones wait for the tide,unmoved and inert, shaped only by time.We wait as seeds press against the dark soil,restless Read more
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Beneath the starry expanse of waiting skies,a hush descends, a breathless pause—Peace is the quiet that counters the world’s shouts,inviting weary hearts to stillness. The prophet’s voice calls from the wild:“Prepare the way of the Lord!”Not with clamor, nor with force,but with the quiet leveling of hills,the filling of valleys,and the smoothing of rough and Read more
Prayerfully Poetic 